#bsd chuuya nakahara x reader

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

Imagine NAKAHARA CHUUYA giving you bedroom eyes across the table during a meeting with all the executives in the Port Mafia. The way his gaze was lidded and dark while he subtly fixed his focus on you during the entire time. You watch him humming and nodding, pretending to listen and understand whatever is being discussed. With how his eyes were blatantly undressing you, it made you squirm in your seat and clench your thighs involuntarily.

"[Name]-chan"

Suddenly, the voice of Dazai Osamu from beside you pulled you out of your thoughts. You blinked and looked at the brunette, he grinned at you and poked your cheek.

"You seem to be focusing on something else other than the meeting"

He teases and you break into a sweat. Your eyes slid back to Chuuya and noticed how he was immediately glaring daggers at Dazai. You gulped and let out a nervous laugh.

"...Was it that obvious?"

"Uh-huh. I'm wondering what's got that pretty mind of yours distracted"

Dazai smirks down at you and you can feel his hand on your knee, slowly rubbing your skin. You open your mouth but turn away, hiding your flushed face. You were afraid to see what expression was on Chuuya's face now. You tried to remove Dazai's hand on your knee, but he stubbornly brought it back, even trailing it higher to your thigh.

As soon as the meeting was done, you felt a firm grip on your arm as it dragged you to the nearest restroom. You gasped when you realized that Chuuya had dragged you and he did not look happy. He pushes you into one of the stalls and locks it behind him. You winced when he grabbed your jaw.

"Why the hell is Dazai talking to you, huh?"

He grits his teeth and smiles darkly at you.

"It was nothing"

"Nothing, huh? I can see his fucking hand crawling up your leg during the meeting!"

The gravity manipulator snarls at you. The relationship between you and Chuuya has been kept a secret for months during your time in the Port Mafia. So far, nobody has ever known what was going on between you and him. Not even Dazai. And Chuuya would love to keep it that way. He hated when Dazai was meddling in his personal life. However, it pissed him off whenever the bandaged freak was trying to make a move on you. The mafioso wasn't inherently possessive but seeing Dazai constantly hit on you in his presence while he can't do anything about it since he values his secret relationship with you, made his blood boil.

"Were you letting that bastard touch you?"

"No! I keep removing his hand but—"

"That fucking mackerel"

Chuuya hissed. You whimpered and avoided his gaze; he growls at this and crashes his lips against yours. His hand trails down to wrap it around your neck while your hands fly to grab his hair. The kiss was filled with heat and urgency. The executive presses you against the wall as his free hand goes to grab your breasts. You moan into the kiss as your hands go down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

Dazai sighed as he entered the restroom. He realizes that one of the stalls is occupied but he can hear the faint sound of groaning. A smirk rises on his lips.

"Chuuya, are you in there?"

Dazai knocked on the stall. Both you and Chuuya froze before sharing a panicked look. You were settled half-naked on the toilet, legs spread while the gravity manipulator's dick deep in you. Chuuya pauses mid-thrust as he holds his breath.

"The fuck you want, Dazai?"

"Ha! I knew it was you! Watcha doing? Taking a fat shit?"

Dazai laughed and leaned against the bathroom stall. Chuuya grits his teeth as he signals for you to keep quiet. You nod your head as your hand creeps up to cover your mouth.

"Leave me the fuck alone, bastard"

"You sound like you're struggling while shitting, want me to help?"

"Fuck off!"

In genuine frustration of being annoyed by Dazai's unexpected presence, Chuuya's hips unintentionally buck forward making you go cross-eyed. You pressed your hand against your lips, hoping a noise won't slip out.

"Hey Chuuya, don't you think [Name] looks very pretty today?"

You watched as Chuuya's eyes landed on yours, a devilish grin appeared on his features and your heart skipped a beat. The gravity manipulator continues to languidly thrust in and out of you. The feeling of his cock delicately stretching your walls and hitting the deepest parts of you made you drool.

"Why should I care about that?"

"She was pretty distracted during the meeting, and she looked cute when I caught her"

Dazai giggled. Chuuya's grin grows bigger as he stares down at you. His pace was slowly picking up speed and you felt like you could barely hold back a whimper.

"You got a stupid crush on her or something?"

"Yeah, she's hot. I kinda of wish she would let me hit"

"Oh? Well maybe she's not into a bandage wasting machine"

"As if she'd be interested in a midget like you!"

Dazai raised a brow when Chuuya barked out a laugh. That's odd, usually the gravity manipulator would snarl at him, kick down the door, and then strangle him. Meanwhile, Chuuya was hooking both of your legs over his shoulder before thrusting deep into you, his cockhead kissing your cervix. Your eyes rolled back as his thrusts turned faster, rendering you breathless and speechless. The mafioso couldn't hold back his condescending chuckle.

"You don't know her at all, stupid mackerel"

"Huh? What makes you think you know anything about [Name]?"

The brunette crossed his arms. Chuuya smiles wickedly down at you when he brutally thrusts forward, his hips slapping against your ass with a resonating smack as a choked moan escapes your lips. Dazai freezes and merely doubles over. He blinks once, twice, before stepping back from the stall. His eyes trailed down at the bottom of the stall, his eyes narrowed when he could only see Chuuya's feet with his pants down to his ankles, and he was certainly not taking a shit on the toilet.

"Hey, Chuuya—"

"What makes you think that you, Dazai, know anything about her?"

Chuuya kept his eyes on you as he watched you getting closer to your release with the way he was deeply fucking into your sopping cunt. Oh no, he was no longer hiding the fact he was fucking you in the stall. To hell with it! Who the fuck cares if he's banging you? Plus, he's tired of stupid Dazai trying to get in your pants.

You wanted to get mad at Chuuya with how embarrassing the situation was and how he essentially exposed your carefully concealed relationship with him. But he was pounding your pussy so good that you can't help but curl your toes and arch your back. Dazai stood motionless as he processed the sound of skin slapping against each other violently on the inside of the stall. He could hear the sound of Chuuya panting and your gasps and moans slowly picking up volume.

"Shit! I'm fucking close!"

The mafioso digs his nails against your thighs as he thrusts erratically inside of you. He watches with a smirk when you throw your head back and moan loudly. Chuuya brings you to your orgasm when his hand reaches down to rub delicious circles on your clit.

"Oh fuck—Chuuya—!"

You whine as your jaw goes slack. Chuuya hisses when your walls clamp down around him during your release. It didn't take long for him to cum. With one, two, and three thrusts, you can feel Chuuya's warm cum painting your walls.

Dazai's throat went dry. Did he just fucking listen to Chuuya fucking you? Fuck, he hated how it made his pants go tight. The sound of the stall door creaking open catches the brunette's attention. The air from Dazai's lungs gets violently knocked out at the sight that awaited him. Chuuya was grinning proudly at him with his cock out as he held the door wide open. The brunette's eyes zeroed at you, fucked absolutely dumb on the toilet with your legs spread open and with Chuuya's cum leaking out of your cunt in display for Dazai.

I'm back with the horny guys

[lit3rallyll0yd]

hey how are you? I'm sorry to make this personal request but it's my current situation and I wanted to console myself with this in the arms of chuuya x reader

I would like to make a chuuya request with a s/o who went on a trip with her family to the beach, but her family is toxic and usually does things to humiliate her, talk about her body, etc. She pretends she doesn't care about it but it causes her several crises.

when your family is toxic, but you don't show that you care to him

chuuya :3

warnings: mention of a toxic relationships, reader uses she/her, insecurities, mention of body shame, mention of nudity, overall border-line fluff

a/n: hmmm, did i write away from the topic a little bit? maybe, and for that, i'm sorry!!! I did try to get all the components you have asked for anon; also, i'm sorry you're going through all of that! im here to talk if needed.

OKAY FIRST OF ALL-

this man is not having you lying to his face.

no. no. no. NO!

he's sees right through you, anything you say that you may think is believing-

*CHUCK IT OUT THE DAMN WINDOW!!*

but not in a mean way :3

erm anyways.

he never really cared that you rarely mentioned your family, until he asked if he could ever meet your parents.

you know, because since you two are dating- he just thought it would be respectful. on his part, at least.

you tried your best to change subjects, but he would catch on quickly and ask if anything wrong between you and your parents.

"hmm, ohno- we just argue sometimes- but that's just life; people argue and people fight- it's normal!"

now, your not wrong? but you seemed to be hiding something about your family to him.

he's literally in the mafia; if you tell him that they're fucking murders on the run and you don't want anyone to know about it- who the hell is chuuya going to tell, mori?? 💀💀

thats not the case, but that's all what chuuya thinks.

you told him a couple of days later you and your family are going on vacation, and he was happy for you.

you needed the break.

you work too hard at your job, and you deserve a vacation.

he would help you pack because none of your relatives helped? that's okay, he'll get you everything you need.

with a kiss on your lips he watched as you entered your parents car and off to your vacation...what he didn't expect was you coming home two days earlier then you said you would be.

"sweetheart, your back?" he would hug you, but you wouldn't hug back they way you usually do.

you dropped your bags on the floor of his doorstep with the door wide open..the time was currently 1:06am and chuuya was in PJ bottoms and a black t-shirt..his hair was tied in a small ponytail.

you hid your face in his neck as he hugged your8 tightly, expecting you to hug back.

you just stood there, arms draped by your sides and your suitcase on the ground.

he couldn't help but smell your hair, then kissed it as he rubs your back as he spoke; "babe, have you showered?"

you shake your head, still not responsive verbally.

he takes you inside his home, taking your bags in with you as he sat you down on the stairs steps; combing his fingers through your greasy hair.

he looked at your face; it was dry and your eyes were dark and your eyelids were purple.

he took your hand and kissed each of your knuckles as he saw tears fall from your eyes, however your face stayed the same.

"could i bathe you?" he would ask, and as he waited for your response, you nod.

gently, he would lift you from the steps and carry you to the bathroom.

he sat you down on the sink and started to run the water to a warm temperature for you to bathe in.

once he filled the tub with water and added a bath bomb of his own, he slowly turns to you and softly smiles; now standing in front of you.

"i'm going to undress you now, is that ok-"

before he could move you grabbed his wrist and looked at him. you seemed scared to show him your body as you tried to close your body together.

he gave you a sad frown, kissing your arm, up yo your shoulder.

"sweetheart, i have seen your naked multiple times, and i've had no problem with what i see; it's almost as if i have a gift from heaven itself.."

you stared into his blue eyes, thinking about what to do in the heat of the moment.

you guided his hand to the collar of your shirt, and nod slowly...allowing him to undress you.

in a way to make you comfortable, he would kiss your bare skin each time he would remove a piece of clothing from your body...

once your body was bare,, he would lift you up and gently play you in the tub and rub your shoulders.

couple of minutes went by, and chuuya had just dumped a handful of shampoo in his hand and started to message your skull with it.

"i take your vacation wasn't so...memorable?.."

he would ask softly, his eyes widening when he heats your soft sniffles.

"i'm'so sorry, my'love..." he would lean down and kiss your shoulders as you hide your face in your knees and sob.

chuuya would just rinse your hair after conditioner and held your body in his arms as you sobbed and sobbed for possibly 20 minutes.

as your crying settled, he would ask you what happened and if you would want to talk about it he would drain the water and help you change, of course leaving you if you would prefer to do it on your own.

sit on the bed, cuddled close together and talking about your family.

you would say how much they take you for granted, and talk about behind your back. your mother would body shame you, saying you eat either too much or too little.

your father would always make fun of your clothing choses and when your out, he would say your too fat for that bathing suit, or you could never fit in that dress unless you start caring about yourself.

both of them would also mention how much chuuya deserved better then to be with a sad, disappointed girl like you-

chuuya would cut your ranting off by kissing you on the lips for about a couple of minutes, a break for breathing if course, and would tell you no matter what your parents tell you, they're just jealous from what an amazing, beautiful women you have become ❤️

[rose-riot-johnson]

Okay my Tumblr Peeps... Those who are dog lovers, I have good news🐶I've decided to write a multifandom head cannon(?) fanfic about characters visiting the reader after the dog's appointment at the vet (or any version of a vet in any particular anime world) by the reader (considering the reader is the dog owner), then have the reader's (boyfriend/girlfriend) visit the reader (and the reader's dog)🐶Sounds cheesy and strange, however I figured this might be something different to work on for a change🐶👍

*This fanfic will contain pronouns, because of the the reader's dog being part of the fanfic😅🐶🐾

🐾🐶When Your Significant Other's Visiting You And Your Poochie🐶🐾(Every Character In This Head Cannon(?) Fanfic x Any Gender Reader)

🐾Genres: Head Cannon(?) Involving Pets and Possible Fluff🐾

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungo Stray Dogs)

*Once you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) would come home from (vet clinic up to the reader's imagination, Chuuya has already snuck inside your home, as a big surprise for you (and your dog). Your doggy is always excited to see Chuuya, just as much as you always are. Since Chuuya likes dogs, he would definitely be more than happy to give (dog name up to reader's imagination) some attention.

*If your dog enjoys steak, this would definitely give Chuuya perfect opportunity to let (dog name up to the reader's imagination) have some steak, as he would already cook the steak up for dinner. So, be prepared for Chuuya to bring some steak for your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) when he does make a surprise visit for you and your doggy. He would be more than happy to share some with (dog name up to the reader's imagination).

*When Chuuya spends the night at your place, he would be more than happy to let your doggy lay on the bed with him. Chuuya always has a way with dogs. And your poochie is no exception.

Choso (Jujutsu Kaisen)

*Everytime you and your poochie would come back home from (vet clinic up to the reader's imagination), Choso would always be waiting for you (and your doggy) by the door. While your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) can get protective of you, (dog name up to the reader's imagination) has always liked him for some reason. Choso is also really charmed by your dog's personality, which helps the fact the both your poochie and your boyfriend always got along.

*Choso has been learning plenty about doggies. Not just through you talking to him about dogs, dog breeds, what doggies are supposed to and not supposed to eat, and plenty more information on dogs, he also has been learning about dogs through having his brother Yuji Itadori research about dogs (or atleast ask certain things about dogs) and ofcourse he's learning about dogs through your poochie's movements, (his or her) routine, where (s)he sleeps, etc... Choso just loves doggies where he is fascinated with learning about dogs, he especially enjoys (dog name up to the reader's imagination)'s company just as much as he really enjoys your company. So, ofcourse you're happy that your dog and Choso are friends, even if you're the dog's owner.

*You can always have faith that nothing bad would happen while both Choso and your poochie are alone in the room together (or in your house, especially if you need to get something from the grocery store quick). (dog name up to the reader's imagination) more less enjoy doing simple dog things and Choso was able to tell that your doggy is getting petted, belly rubs, and other simple dog things that your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) enjoys when he gives (him or her) plenty of attention. You always found that adorable where you would quietly take pics and/or videos of how well Choso and your poochie bonded together.

Spinner, Real Name Shuichi Iguchi (My Hero Academia)

*After you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) came back home from (the vet clinic up to the reader's imagination), Spinner would make a surprise visit at your place. Ofcourse both you and Spinner would make time for playtime with your dog, (dog name up to reader's imagination). The both of you would even have fun playing fetch and tug of war with, (dog name up to the reader's imagination).

*Spinner always helps out with giving your poochie a doggy bath. For some reason he seems to always be able to get your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) to hold still for him. He just seems to have better luck with helping out with giving (dog name up to the reader's imagination) a bath without being given a hard time, so you usually would wait for him to come over to visit you, before giving your doggy a bath.

*It's a good thing that Spinner does come to visit you and (dog name up to the reader's imagination). This is because when something troubles his mind or if Spinner has trouble comforting you successfully, your poochie has always helped, no matter how hard your day and/or his day is. Something about your poochie that helps make Spinner's troubles leave his mind, plus cheering both you and Spinner up.

Kafka Hibino (Kaiju No. 8)

*On Kafka's day off from any Kaiju duty, he will make a surprise visit for you and your poochie, which there's sometimes a coincidence that he ends up getting a day off on days when you had to take (dog name up to the reader's imagination) to (vet clinic up to the reader's imagination). He just always surprises you (and your doggy) with a with a visit, everytime you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice), which can be sometimes predictable to you. So, when you (happily) point out about the predictability pertaining visiting you and your poochie ends up being after you bring your dog home, (dog name up to the reader's imagination) would bark once or twice, before he would smile at you (and your dog).

*You are so lucky that Kafka's visiting you and your doggy, because he does notice you got your hands full from chores, paperwork, and other stuff, where you weren't sure if you should do these first or take your poochie out, so Kafka has a good heart who will definitely help out. Sometimes he would take your dog outside (sometimes it would be only for a walk) while you take care of what you needed to do, however there are times when he takes care of stuff you needed to take care of for you, so you would be able to make time to atleast take (dog name up to the reader's imagination) outside. He just enjoys helping out, especially helping you out, so you can take things easier while stuff will get done, since he cares about you and your doggy very much.

*While you and Kafka watch a show or a movie together, you sometimes give your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) attention, sometimes it's Kafka, sometimes it's the both of you, especially when your poochie gets (his or her) tummy rubbed. (dog name up to the reader's imagination) will even watch both you and Kafka fall asleep on the couch. So when you and Kafka fall asleep, don't be surprised, if your doggy goes to climb on the couch to lay down with the both of you.

Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer, aka Kimetsu No Yaiba)

*Mitsuri would wait by your place, everytime you bring your poochie back home from (the Demon Slayer (aka Kimetsu No Yaiba) world version of the vet clinic). Considering that she likes doggies, she would always be delighted to see your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) when she comes to visit you. Your doggy always enjoyed her company, as well.

*Sometimes when Mitsuri visits you (and your dog) she would take you and (dog name up to the reader's imagination) on a picnic and the usual spot for her picnic time with you and your poochie underneath the cherry blossom tree. You, your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice), and Mitsuri would always have fun during picnic time.

*If both you and your poochie would be alright with this, she would be more than happy to have (dog name up to the reader's imagination) play dress up. This is one of Mitsuri's favorite part of her visit with you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice). She would even be more than happy to brush your doggy's fur.

⭐New Character For Me To Write About⭐

(Adult) Takashi Mitsuya (Tokyo Revengers)

*When it comes to Mitsuya visiting you after you and (dog name up to the reader's imagination) come home, he would ask you, if it would be okay to come over to your place and visit after your dog's vet appointment before he does go to visit you and your doggy. So, it would be rare for him to make surprise visits at your place, considering he wants you to be okay with him visiting you first and will let you know when he is on his way to your place, which you usually would be perfectly fine with him visiting both you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice).

*There's a reason why your dog always is excited to see Mitsuya... Mitsuya always has been good and respectful with animals and he did rescue your dog from a home that wasn't very pleasant, which is the reason why (s)he likes Mitsuya (and you, as well). So, don't be surprised, if (dog name up to the reader's imagination) gets protective of the both of you.

*Your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) will always have your time and attention and will definitely want Mitsuya's time and attention when he comes to visit you and your poochie. Even you and Mitsuya taking (him or her) for walks would definitely make your poochie very happy. Both you and Mitsuya are also very happy to take (dog name up to the reader's imagination) for a walk and to give (him or her) the time and the attention, as well.

🐾The🐶End🐾

Okay Tumblr Peeps... I'm hoping you had fun reading this fanfic just, as much as, I had fun writing the fanfic😁👍I will admit certain characters in this fanfic are a few favorites (not all are favs, however I do still like them)🐾🐶I did have fun imagining their visits with the reader's and the dog I had as part of the fanfic idea🐶🐾🙂👍Anyways I hope you do enjoy this multifandom head cannon(?) fanfic😁👍

[herwritingartcowboy]

Hiiii

Can I have some chuuya × fem!powerful mafia executive reader please?

It's been stuck in my mind lately ~

A/n: X

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Character(s): Chuuya Nakahara

Warning(s): Mentions Of Sex

Readers Gender: Female

You both were executive of the Port Mafia both becoming ones at the same time, earning each others respect.

When many look at you two they would think you two as a married couple and you don't blame them for thinking that.

You two would always make new plans always being with deals. At times you two may disagree and when that does happen everyone doesn't want to be anywhere near you guys as you both are more equals in power. But that is very rare as you two like working together. You two even like to sit down and drink a nice glass of wine late night as you two just sit there and talk.

"So what do you think about this one" "The wine taste nice but". "But?" "It's just I thought that it would be like life changing as how many say it is" "Oh next time I promise you it will be better than this" "Oh no no Chuuya I like what you buy for us".

You like teasing the poor man as in every meeting you two are in you would sit right next to him as you lets your hands wander around him while Chuuya was trying his hardest to not become nothing but a puddle.

Even outside of meetings you would walk up behind him putting your head on his shoulder. "You know I am free tonight and I want to go to this really nice restaurant but I don't want to go. Would you go with me Chuuya", and Chuuya would keep his composer outside but inside he is dying.

But you two are a power duo in the office and in battle. As Chuuya is quick to attack you think about the whole match. Chuuya fights fast while you fight slow, you just got to feel bad for the people you two are fighting.

Some days you guys are rivals, friends, lovers, as yes you two do like to get under the sheets with each other, but all in all you two care for each other.

"Honestly I think I'm the best at this" "Don't make me laugh you better at this than me" "Huh what is that suppose to mean", you two would just get into each others faces as others would leave the room quickly but not even a minute later you are sitting down making sure Chuuya doesn't drink to much.

[sahisan]

— bsd twitter links / visuals ! part... multiple !

featuring . dazai, mykola, kunikida, akutagawa, yosano + bonus (separate).

notices: fem bodied reader. make sure to log in to twitter ! i dont fw whatever the notes in the posts say so please ignore them ! this part includes multiple chars because my inbox has quite a few reqs of visuals with different chars so instead of spamming them i decided to make them into one single post. i couldn't help myself with the bonus sorry chat...

— dazai.

handjob while he plays video games.

picking up his pace ! make sure to keep up <3

he can be pretty rough when he's not lazy wants to be.

↑ some more.

choking you while fingering you. ughh i need.

llllloves using toys on you. he's so mean about it too.

on the agency's couch...

absolutely undeniably dazai coded.

— mykola.

he loves it messy. or making you a mess, you choose.

changing positions every minute cause he wants to try literally everything.

surely he can go deeper. and faster.

anywhere? anywhere.

loves dressing you up.

↑ and himself as well.

— kunikida.

loves having you give him a titjob.

sucking him off.

he is absolutely folding when you hug him during sex.

slow n deep.

he finally fucks you on his desk.

he's already trembling once in your arms.

— akutagawa.

please give him a handjob. he'll fold.

tries to keep his mouth occupied because he's not sure where to put it.

hugging him while riding him.

he's so gentle like you're porcelain.

this. just kiss him and cockwarm him and he's gone.

his everyday routine.

cuddly on the side <3

does not have a breeding kink however loves just filling you up.

morning.

— yosano.

riding her in reverse cowgirl.

sucking her strap while she holds your hair back for you <3

overstimming you with a vibrator.

↑ and making you wear her skirt while at it.

quickie in the agency's restroom when you're needy.

riding her.

fingering you n choking you.

sucking on her tits when she comes home after a tiring day.

+ bonus !

— chuuya.

after aftercare.

↑ some more.

you're both needy at work so he takes you to the pm headquarters' restroom to take care of it.

slapping your ass & rewarding you after.

this w him is justtt.

he decides to take the initiative.

part 1 for — dazai / chuuya / fyodor.

(ignore) requests that were for these characters utc !

[kentopedia]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ SAFEGUARD — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa

summary . . . they save you after you've been injured and captured by an enemy.

contents . . . sfw, f!reader (chuuya & dazai) and gn!reader (akutagawa), violence / blood, threats, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, and it's pmboss!dazai bc i can't help myself — 3.5k total

notes . . . i got this request so long ago lol. not my best work, but i have been in the worst writing slump ever and just wanted to finish something. i've also never written for akutagawa before so pls be nice <3

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .

there are very few times that chuuya feels he’s been outsmarted. he knows he’s not the mastermind of the port mafia, but he certainly isn’t a fool. when it comes to you and your well-being, though, his mind short-circuits, half of his intelligence draining away while his emotions take hold. 

your relationship isn’t a secret to anyone in the port mafia, which means that it isn’t a secret to your enemies either. and while most people know it’s hard to land a finger on chuuya directly, his pretty little girlfriend doesn’t have the power of a god nestled inside of her.

the rage sparks through him, growing fiercely into the blaze of a forest fire, until all he can think of is getting you home safely. he thinks of your sweet smile as he rips the door of the enemies’ base off the hinges, crushing it into a million pieces with the force of gravity. 

the men are quick to react, but chuuya hurtles the crushed door towards them, knocking three of them to their feet. another group charges at him, but their guns do little against his skill. after years of fighting some of the strongest ability users, simple criminal organizations are as easy to step over like ants. 

chuuya kills them all — except for one.

the man’s knees are wobbling, hand shaking around the gun as he realizes that these will be his final moments. there is fear in his eyes, brown ones that rest wide open, and chuuya almost hesitates. his remorse doesn’t last long, though, before he’s wrapping a hand around the man’s throat, thrusting him backwards. 

“where is she?” chuuya asks, voice sharp and commanding. 

he can feel the man swallowing. 

chuuya knows that backup is probably on the way, but it won’t matter whether they show up or not. he’ll crush the rest of his enemies just as he’s crushed the last twenty men. the poor soul in his leather hold seems to know that as well. 

“i-i’ll take you to her,” he rasps, dropping his gun to claw at chuuya’s hand. 

he drops him, lets him take a few heaving breaths and coughs, before he’s kicking at him, forcing him back to his feet.

the young man takes him up the elevator, weaves him through a hallway as chuuya leaves a scattering of bodies in his wake, not hesitating to kill a single man that gets in his way. there is nothing that can keep him from you. 

how fiercely and loyally he loves you — it drives him to near insanity. 

finally, with blood coating his face and his clothes, the young man enters a room, locked with a code, revealing you. 

chuuya’s rage is almost as blinding as his corruption, as he gazes at the sight of you. bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair, so visibly harmed. his hands clench into fists. “get the fuck away from her,” he says to the man who seems to be monitoring you.

“what are you doing in here?” the men left in the room panic, but they don’t have time to react before chuuya throws them back at the wall, so quickly, with so much force, that their spines snap. they hit it with a sharp crack, skulls shattering against the plaster, the wall crushing beneath the weight of them. 

limply, they fall to the floor. 

chuuya rushes over to you. 

the young man that led him here disappears, but chuuya isn’t worried about him. he’s a coward; he’ll likely flee from the country and never look back. the men that truly hurt you are already dead, and he’ll burn this building to the ground once he’s gotten you away from it. 

“hey,” chuuya says, cradling your cheeks gently, trying to coax you back awake. he’s not sure if it’s exhaustion, blood loss, or the obvious head trauma that caused you to pass out in the first place. but you’re still breathing, so he counts that as a blessing. 

“hey,” he whispers again, kissing your forehead, like it will heal all your ailments. “wake up, baby. we gotta get you out of here, okay?” 

it takes you a few seconds to come to, eyes glazed over and shell-shocked as you blink at him. “chuuya?” you say; your voice is so hoarse it makes chuuya want to keel over and vomit. “is it really you?” 

guilt gnaws at him, almost crushing, at the fact that thirty-six hours passed, and you’re delirious enough not to recognize him. you probably haven’t eaten, either. 

he should’ve been there. no one should’ve ever had the chance to hurt you, yet…

“it’s me, i’m here,” he says, kissing your lips, your temple, brushing your hair away from your face. the strands are sticky with blood. “shit,” chuuya nearly shouts, pulling a knife from his pocket, sawing through the thick ropes around you as quickly as he can. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.” 

he can’t get you free fast enough, and you smile at him, drowsy, your eyes fluttering shut once more. “it’s okay, chuuya,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you’re here now.” 

“you have to stay awake,” he says desperately, realizing your head is still bleeding. he doesn’t know how hurt you are. chuuya’s no expert when it comes to medicine, but he’s smart enough to know that internal injuries could be even worse than the external ones. 

“stay awake for me, okay, honey? i’ll get you back to the boss and we’ll find you a doctor. you’ll be just fine.” 

“okay, chuuya,” you hum, weakly gripping his back. seconds of silence pass before you mutter, “i just want to go home.” 

"i know." his heart pulls, and he almost lets out a cracked sob. but he refrains, knowing that there is plenty of time to drown in his sorrows later. 

finally, he gets the ropes under, lifting you from the chair. you’re so much lighter, weaker, and it makes him sick as he carries you. “let’s get you home.” 

𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀. . .

the call comes just as akutagawa is getting ready to head home for the evening, his tasks completed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. 

normally, he doesn’t stick around to say any goodbyes, sneaking off into the darkness of the night like a shadow, blending right in. but, something about the evening, so gloomy and drizzly with spring rain, feels off. 

with a heavy knot in his chest, so much different than an incoming fit of coughs, akutagawa heads back up to mori’s office, if perhaps to only ensure that everyone else’s jobs had been completed. he’s a lot of things, but he’s never been a slacker; and he’ll do what it takes to ensure that his position in the mafia is eternally secure.

though, he doesn’t have the opportunity to get all the way upstairs before he run into the boss, who is calm, but with an air of irritation clouding him. 

he explains the current situation to akutagawa in a clipped tone, bored — an enemy group has kidnapped you, holding you hostage. 

“how rude is it to bother a man, just as he is getting ready to go to sleep?” mori says, sighing histrionically.

but what is a minor inconvenience to mori sends an entire wave of dread through akutagawa, his entire body feeling as if it’s been dipped in ice. he can’t explain the horror that washes over him, not really, because he shouldn’t feel so panicked. it is rare for him to get worked up about the danger his subordinates find themselves in, save for his sister, of course. 

but you… you’re different. 

“can i trust you to diffuse the situation?” mori asks, impatiently glancing at his watch as if that will change anything. “i can call someone else, but they will not be so quick.” 

akutagawa doesn’t even think before he accepts the job, hating the way he sounds pathetically desperate for more details. his hands flatten the edge of his cloak, as if his ability is going to take on a mind of its own. 

he calls for a driver, calm but breathing so heavily that an aching cough rises up in him. his throat feels as if it may begin to bleed, but he swallows, glances away from the driver and gets himself under control.

there’s a ransom — bring them the money and they’ll return you, mori had told him. you’re only a lower ranking member of the mafia, and someone that makes for a pretty poor bargaining chip, so the motive is questionable. 

mori probably would’ve let you die, akutagawa knows, his teeth gritting together, so much so that a splintering sound comes from it. but the boss, in his infinite, concerning wisdom, seems to also know that his loyal dog has an soft spot for you. 

as regrettable as that may be.

akutagawa has no doubt that whoever the enemy is, they are no match for him. still, a twinge of anxiety settles in his stomach, fingers jittery as the driver, despite the decreased traffic of the hour, seems to drive impossibly slow. 

“are we not in a rush?” akutagawa snaps, leaning forward.

“apologies,” the driver, says, not daring to even look at akutagawa from the mirror. but the car speeds up, enough for akutagawa to be able to notice, at least. it cools the simmer that has already begun deep in his chest.  

even so, the car seems to go at a snails pace, minute upon minute flying by, with you in the clutches of an enemy. 

akutagawa doesn’t care who they are. he doesn’t care why, or how they captured you. he wants them dead. he’ll rip them apart, easily, and he’ll make them suffer — they’ll be alive for all of it, for every second that he peels the skin from their bones, ripping the smaller ones out of their sockets. 

what he feels for you… well, it’s too hard for him to admit to himself. he has no experience with what it means to care for another person, doesn’t even know if that’s his goal. he just knows he wants to protect you.

and he can’t do that if you’re dead.

finally, the car pulls up to an old warehouse, one at the very outskirts of the port, beyond the docks and the shipping carts. it’s tucked far back, an obvious lair for some villainous organization that doesn’t want to be found. 

akutagawa gets there, but there is nothing. he hears nothing, feels no signs of life as he trudges through the puddles left behind from the earlier rain. 

a small string of panic begins again, as he wondered if maybe the call that mori had told him was only a ruse. maybe this entire time had been a distraction, a way to lure him away. there are other skill-users in the mafia, but none quite as dangerous as him. 

though, he hears it, then. a small little sound, muffled and hoarse, full of pain. 

he ducks into another corner of a warehouse, and you’re there — bound with chains and a gag across your mouth, one of your eyes blackened with bruises, your nose bleeding. 

his heart aches. never in his life has he so quickly made his way over, used the sharp edges of his ability to shear through the chains, falling to his knees as he unbinds the cloth from your lips. 

“where are they?” he rasps, mouth opening and closing, hating the sound of his own voice. he recognizes his desperation, his anger, but the affectionate sound that clips at the end is unfamiliar, as he shakily pulls himself closer to you. 

you glance up at him, eyes glossy and wide, and though you are scared, hurt, he’s so thankful you are alive. his heart flips once, as you grasp at his cloak, the material that has the blood of so many staining the threads. 

“gone,” you say, throat chalky, words nothing more than a note against the wind. “they fled when they heard it was you coming.” 

“and left you?” he asks, jaw clenching, as he hopes that the emotions aren’t as visible on his features as he thinks they are. “were you not a ransom?” 

“no,” you swallow, hard, as if in pain. he notices bruises around your neck, the shape of fingerprints indented there. “i was bait.”

anger rises up in him like a wave, engulfing him, wholly and relentlessly. he is no stranger to that, like he is the kindness you show him, the way you look at him as if he is your protector, rather than a bringer of destruction. “i’ll go after them. where are they headed? they’ll pay, i’ll slaughter—”

“ryunosuke,” you say, reaching for him as he stands, expression pleading as he backs away. “stay.” 

he has half a mind to ignore you — the enemy escaped, after all. but your voice. your eyes… you look so small sitting there, bloodied and bruised and broken. 

“please,” you try again, near tears, and though he has never been good with obvious displays of emotion, something within him snaps at the desperation in the word. 

he nods, slowing his pace as he returns to you, lets you wrap yourself in him, cling to him. his hands fall, naturally, to your waist, somehow knowing where they belong, even if akutagawa never has a clue what he’s doing with you. 

“i’ll call hirotsu,” he says simply, before pulling out his phone, not bothering to untangle himself from you. 

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .

dazai is not a forgiving man, and will never learn to be. forgiveness is not a luxury he is often able to indulge in in his line of work, and his heart has hardened enough that until the end of time, those that are branded his enemies will remain his enemies. 

though, in his blackened heart, one soured over the course of time, you have carved out your own little space, lit it up with golden rays of light that are fiery enough to melt the stone casing of his chest. 

his only love — his only weakness. but it is a weakness that his enemies know about as well. 

dazai tries his best to keep you safe. he always has, and he knows that, sometimes, his grasp on you can be a little too tight. that the way he tries to keep you under his watchful eye can sometimes be stifling, frustrating. 

but he can’t always be there to protect you. and it is in times like these, that he regrets letting you go without a bodyguard. he regrets that he listened to your insistence that you could keep yourself safe. 

he should’ve at least told you to take a friend. 

“boss,” his subordinate says, bowing his head, his voice pleading, desperate. “i’m so sorry. your wife���”

“if anything… anything happens to her, you will be the one responsible, do you understand?” dazai says, his eyes cold as he glowers down at the man, only a few inches shorter than him, but feeling so much smaller. “i will personally see that this act does not go unpunished.” 

“of course, sir,” the man says, and he, at the very least, has the decency to sound resigned. to accept his fate and suffer the consequences, for allowing the boss’s wife to get herself into such a situation. 

and dazai means it, every last word; if he finds you in a state closer to death, anyone who put you in harm’s way will be torn apart from the inside out. he isn’t able to think of anything but bringing you home safely, his hands shaking with rage as he sends more than enough people out on a search to find you. 

with all the strings he’s able to pull as the mafia boss, it doesn’t take long to find you, for those that have bravely — or stupidly — used his wife as bait to come forward, and offer an attempt at some sort of negotiation. 

there’s little of the conversation that dazai remembers on the phone, even less that he remembers after that. the anger bubbles up in him and grabs hold of his conscience, the emotion directing his movements with a mind of its own. 

he’s already sent out every last one of his people into the field, ensuring that the organization that had the gall to threaten you is wiped off the face of the earth. deleted from every corner of the world, buildings flattened to the ground. by tomorrow, they won’t have ever existed. 

today, he doesn’t care what happens as long as he finds you alive. 

you’re held hostage by two men — so completely beaten that they’ve given up on any restraints. whatever they wanted from you, you seemed to refused to have given up, lip bleeding, eyes swelling so badly that you can’t even open them. 

dazai doesn’t hesitate before pulling the trigger on the first man, then turning to the other, shooting the hand that holds the pistol. the man recoils, shouts, and drops the weapon completely, as dazai lands another bullet to his knee, causing him to fall. 

slowly, dazai walks up, firing again to his other arm, a loud snap echoing throughout the room. the man winces, trying to crawl to the gun, one last desperate attempt to stay alive. 

he kicks the gun away, watching, as, pathetically, the expression in the enemy’s face changes — any of his remaining hope vanishes. 

“you told me she was unharmed,” dazai says, bending down, his coat flaring out behind him as he squats. 

the man coughs, gasping for air as the blood seeps out of him. “we lied.” he smiles cruelly, and though he shares the same sort of darkness as those in the port mafia, there is something even more twisted in his smile. 

dazai hums. “you the leader?” 

the man doesn’t give an answer, but the slight twitch of surprise on his face is all dazai needs. he’s no one — just a grunt whose life was put on the line to guard you. 

“didn’t think so.” dazai shoots him once, straight through the forehead, instantly killing him. but he is vindictive, angry, and the man he truly wants to destroy, the one who took you, is nowhere to be found. another bullet lands, tearing apart the flesh of his temple, then another, and one more, his skull beginning to cave in from the force of it all. 

dazai heaves, letting the gun clatter to the ground as it runs out of bullets, and then he realizes, all this time, you’ve just been watching him. the ugliest side of him — the worst side of him. 

you’re no stranger to it, of course. how can you be, when you’ve shared a life with him for years? but that doesn’t mean he wants you to see it, see how bloodthirsty he can become. 

he stumbles over to you, where you’re still sitting on the ground, your wrist in your lap, bent at an angle that he knows isn’t right. bruises are littered across your skin, and your hair is matted from the blood that pools at your temple. 

it takes every ounce of restraint he has to stay calm, a million feelings swirling under his skin. ones that he was never familiar with until he met you. 

“i’m sorry,” he says, taking your face in his hands so, so softly, worried that he’ll hurt you even more. “i’m sorry, darling. i should’ve — i should’ve been there.” dazai notices his hands are shaking and he balls them up into fists, leaning back. “fuck. fuck — i’ll kill them all, just tell me who it was. anyone who laid a finger on you. i’ll cut them down one by one.” 

“osamu,” you say, and your voice is raspy, cracking, as your unbroken arm reaches for him, squeezing his shaking hand. “i—”

you open your mouth to continue, but only tears come streaming down your cheeks, over your bloodied lips, saltiness soaking your jawline. no words don’t leave you, but a soft sob chokes itself up your throat.

“hey, hey, hey.” dazai’s voice softens, every muscle in his body relaxing as he draws you nearer to him, into his chest with a touch that’s barely there. “you’re safe. i’m here, okay? they’re not going to hurt you again, sweetheart.” 

you sniffle, barely making a sound, but he can feel the tears drop onto his clothes, soaking the material.

“can you walk? are you hurt anywhere else?” 

you hesitate for a moment before answering; he’s not sure if there’s a reason you only answer the first question. “i can walk.” 

dazai nods, and though the rage is still bubbling there, underneath the surface, there is a coolant streaming through him at the vision of you alive. the men who did this will pay the price, but he still has you — and that’s all that matters.

thank you for reading !!! ❤︎

[osachiyo]

❛ WHAT'CHA READIN'? ❜

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — n/sfw content, teasing, edging, getting caught while reading erotica/smut, full nelson, oral (m recieving), cock warming, kolya's is the longest bc yea, squirting, kind of 4th wall breaking in kolya's etc • here it isss !! i didn't expect so many people to want this but im glad i got to write it. anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread

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𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟏 — 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

his hands flew to her neck, squeezing not too hard — but firm enough for her to get dizzy with pleasure. "lily, you're simply ethereal like this," the man on top of her groaned, hips still pounding away, his pelvis slapping against her thighs with each thrust. she moaned, nails raking down the crown prince's back, all while —

"..her pretty cunt squeezed around him at the heartfelt praise,"

you felt someone whisper from behind your shoulder, making you quickly slam your book closed and whip your head towards that direction — only to see your boyfriend, dazai, standing there with a cheshire-like grin on his pretty face.

"i didn't know you were into historical books, babe!" he said with a teasing tilt in his voice, making your right eye twitch. "r-right... ahem — anyway, you really shouldn't sneak up on people like that, osamu," you scowled, clutching said book close to your chest.

"yeah? and you really shouldn't read dirty books at work like this, sweetheart," he tilted your head up to face him, "what if it was kunikida-kun instead of me, hmm?" his voice was playful, and if you knew him, you knew that he was hinting at something — if it's wasn't obvious already by the prominent bulge in his slacks.

"well, aren't you eager?" dazai huffed out a laugh at the way you grinded on his thigh, trying to reach your precious book that was in his hands now. "her back arched like a cat's as the prince pounded away at her — not having an ounce of mercy for the poor maiden," dazai read in a mocking tone — all while flexing his thigh under your cunt, which you were humping for dear life. "please," you pawed at his chest, hips twitching with the need for release.

"please what, baby?" he grinned mischievously, free hand snaking down to land a playful smack on your breasts, before squeezing them. "please let me cum," you whined once more, batting your wet lashes at him in hopes of getting at least a tiny bit of mercy.

"well.." dazai hummed, placing the book to the side, before sitting you fully on his lap and unzipping his slacks — "since you want it so bad, work for it."

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟐 — 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀

you and chuuya were in his office, with him working and you on your phone.

chuuya noticed how unusually quiet you got — and how.. strange you were acting as you scrolled further down on your cellphone.

his eyebrows furrowed as he saw your pupils dilate, your breathing getting uneven and you clenching your thighs.... oh.

a smirk found it's way on his handsome face as realization hit him — you dirty, dirty girl.

"what'cha readin' there, babe?" chuuya raised an eyebrow at the way you flinched when he suddenly spoke up. "um.. just some romance story, you won't like it, chuu," you tried to keep a straight face as your boyfriend got up from his seat, and stalked closer to you.

"oh yeah?" chuuya inquired further, "let me see."

"NO!— i mean — you really won't like it, babe," you smiled nervously and clutched the little device closer to you, which only made chuuya's grin spread further. "riiighhtt."

a gasp tore from your lips when your phone was snatched away from you by the ginger man — he was way too fast and strong for you to fight back, so you just sat there — blinking dumbly as he read the contents of your little "romance story."

"really? a mafia boss x reader? heh," chuuya snickered, voice holding a teasing tilt to it, "ya got a thing for boss, or somethin'?"

"NO! oh god, chuuya — give it back!" you finally recovered from your state of stupor, lunging at chuuya — who caught you in his arms with ease. "easy there, sweetheart. now, how about i give you the real fucking thing instead of this stupid... fanfiction, yeah? bend over f'me, doll."

loud clapping could be heard from outside of chuuya's office — it was so embarrassing if anyone walked by, especially akutagawa, but chuuya didn't seem to care one bit.

your tight little pencil skirt was bunched up, panties pulled hastily to the side as chuuya's narrow hips slammed against your ass, gloved hands gripping your hips so hard that you feared it would leave marks. "you like that, baby? like it when i grind into you like this?"

chuuya slowed his thrusts only to grind his hips in circles — making you see stars as you desperately clawed at the mahogany desk.

a sudden knock on the door sent your mind spiraling from pure pleasure to uneasiness. surely he wouldn't —

"come in, akutagawa."

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟑 — 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑

"don't flip the page, darling, i'm not done yet,"

you flinched at hearing fyodor's smooth, rich voice from behind you — startling you enough to drop the book from your hands, which conveniently landed on your lap. you looked behind to see your husband, who had a smirk on his handsome, pale face — "f-fedya!" you smiled nervously, "you were.. behind me this entire time?"

"why of course, my dear. i was wondering what type of book my beloved wife is into, and i.. certainly didn't expect this."

fyodor's tone was condescending, derogatory even — making your face heat up in embarrassment and shame. "now now," he tilted your chin up to look him in the eye, "there's no need to be ashamed, darling. though i can't deny that i'm a little upset from you going behind my back to read something so sinful," fyodor clicked his tongue, shaking his head gently before narrowing his amethyst eyes at you, "i believe you need to.. make up for this little... mistake of yours. won't you be a good girl and do as i say?"

you gulped before nodding hesitantly, sweat dampening your palms at the sheer nervousness you were feeling.

"good. on your knees."

fyodor held your head down on his cock, the small tuff of black hair tickling your nose —he didn't give you a chance to catch your breath. the feeling of the tight walls of your throat, along with the pretty view of you looking up at him with those teary eyes almost had him going feral. he wanted nothing more than to just pull your head back and face fuck you — but no, he had you cock warming him with your cute little mouth instead. all while he read his own book.

now, you might want to think twice before reading something so filthy behind his back again — unless you wished for an even worse punishment, that is.

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟒 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈

"dove, can i ask you a little question?"

nikolai wrapped his huge arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and resting his head on your shoulder, waiting for an answer with a grin.

"what is it, kolya?" you tried to turn to face him, but nikolai's grip only got tighter — his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, "who the fuck is 'toji fushiguro' and why were you reading smut about him?"

nikolai felt you stiffen in his arms — a shiver running down your spine at his warm breath hitting your skin, along with the embarrassing fact that your boyfriend had seen what you read on your phone. fuck.

"hmm? no denying?" he teased, freakishly large hands skimming over your torso, then settling all the way up to your breasts. "he's just a.. fictional character, love," you winced at how fucking embarrassing that sounded — which only resulted in nikolai letting out a snicker.

"really? you wound me, sweet pea — am i not good enough for you, that you have to settle for reading smut about fictional men?" he dramatically put a hand over his chest, but you both knew that was not true. "i'll just prove myself to you then, mm?" nikolai grinned, planting a kiss on your clothed shoulder.

you groaned, "n-no! baby, it's just —" "full nelson, huh?" nikolai cut you off — his expression dark as a borderline scary grin settled on his lips. "that was the position right? you could've just told me you wanted to try it! come on, little dove — i'll show you full nelson."

that's how you ended up with your legs against your chest, nikolai's huge arms hooked under your knees to keep you secured against his chest — all while his thick cock plowed into your cunt.

your mouth dropped into an 'o' shape, drool dribbling down your chin to your tits — the mounds bouncing up and down erotically as you were drilled into from below.

"god, just look at you,"nikolai groaned — his arms flexing beneath you as he bit the juncture of your shoulder, the soft skin littered in bruises and bite marks. his heavy balls were clapping against your ass with each rough thrust — your pussy felt like it was splitting in half from the sheer girth of his dick.

"oh yeah, baby — cum f'me, a-agh — cum on this cock," nikolai's voice was slurred, thick and heavy with lust as he encouraged you to soak his length in your juices.

and soak him you did — spraying your arousal all over the floor, his cock and balls were dripping with it — as you went limp in his arms. but he didn't stop, no — he didn't stop until he was cumming deep in your womb, the creamy substance leaking from your cunt from just how much there was.

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[thewickedjazzy]

"Chuuya soothing you during your period."

Quick, call 911? This art is so gorgeous, my brain just did a full system shutdown. I need a reboot!

Credits to the amazing artist @laelepuc .

[chuuyrr]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ

feat: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

ꨄ˙ CW(s): gn! reader, mentions of alcohol (reader is drunk)

ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: in which you drink too much and don't even realize that your boyfriend is your boyfriend or you might as well be drunk in love

in the dimly lit bar, the air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. you found yourself swirling the remnants of a colorful cocktail, the room around you blurring as the night progressed.

DAZAI sits beside you, and couldn't help but notice your flushed-pink demeanor, fueled by the drinks you had consumed, and giggles to himself.

in your tipsy state, you tilt your head, looking at dazai with a playful suspicion. the room spun slightly, and you sway on your seat, trying to focus on his face.

"you know," you slur, "you're a suspicious stranger. i bet you've got some secret agenda." you point an accusing finger at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

dazai, amused by your playful accusations, couldn't help but giggle even more, "oh, do i now? well, i'm just a harmless 'stranger' who happened to find the most adorable drunk person in the entire bar."

you raise an eyebrow skeptically, still not recognizing him, "adorable, huh? well, mr. stranger-fanger, you're gonna have to prove it." you cross your arms, a challenging smirk on your flushed face.

dazai, seizing the opportunity, wraps his arms around you with a mockingly serious expression, "see? no danger here, just a guy who appreciates adorable drunks."

you broke into a fit of giggles, melting into his embrace, "well, you're not that bad for a stranger, i guess."

completely unaware that the 'stranger' was, in fact, your boyfriend, you continued to enjoy the whimsical dance of laughter and teasing, creating a memory that would undoubtedly be cherished in the days to come.

"i'm gonna be serious though, i am your boyfriend," dazai says to you.

you blink softly at him, your tipsy-drunk state had somehow lead you to look at him as such. dazai blinks back before a grin starts to tug on his lips.

"do i have to remind my dearest? well, then. buckle up because you're in for a treat!" he says before he instantly starts peppering your face in kisses as he holds you tightly.

you immediately start to squeal and giggle as you are reminded of the constant kisses that your boyfriend would give you admist the alcohol in your system.

"osamuuu!" you say in a soft whine before he pecks your lips.

dazai grins even more widely at your cute little whine as he cups your face now, "that's more like it. goodness, such an adorable drunk you are, hmm?"

CHUUYA watches with a mix of concern and amusement as your cheerful demeanor transformed into a tipsy state.

as the night wore on, chuuya decides it was time to take you home. he gently placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, trying to capture your attention, "hey, it's getting late. how about we head home?" he suggests, his voice warm and caring.

however, in your inebriated state, you misinterpreted the situation. you gasp sharply before you squirm in your seat and whine softly, "nooo, i'm having so much fun here! plus, you can't take me home! i have a boyfriend!"

chuuya was flabbergasted, but he couldn't help but chuckle at your resistance afterwards upon seeing this, "come on, baby, i'm not a stranger. i'm your boyfriend, and I just want to make sure you get home safely."

now it's you blinking softly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and innocence, "boyfriend? really?" you giggle, completely unaware of the true nature of your relationship.

"you're being so silly right now, i almost can't with you," chuuya sighs, still laughing softly, "geez, i didn't know my baby can be this forgetful with this much alcohol."

undeterred, chuuya continued to coax you gently, his amusement growing as you stare at him in awe as you begin to pat his cheeks in your warm hands, "this pretty face is all mine?"

chuuya chuckles again, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he takes your hands in his before leaning in to press a lingering kiss on your lips and whispering, "i'm all yours, baby."

the night unfolded in a blend of laughter, warmth, and the endearing challenge of convincing you that the 'stranger' was, in fact, the person who cared for you the most, and you couldn't help but giggle even more into the kiss.

FYODOR observes your increasing intoxication with a measured gaze, a sense of concern clouding his usually composed demeanor.

as the night unfolds, you continued to enjoy the array of drinks that nikolai had generously provided you two. fyodor, recognizing the potential consequences, decided it was time to intervene. he places a hand gently on your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"dear, perhaps it's time to slow down," fyodor suggests, his voice calm and measured as he tries to get you to stop.

you looked at him with a tipsy grin, oblivious to the fact that fyodor was your boyfriend, "but nikolai is just being generous. no harm in a few more, riiight?"

fyodor's piercing gaze held a mixture of concern and determination, "i'd rather not see you regretting this tomorrow. let's enjoy the night responsibly," he insists, attempting to guide you away from the tempting allure of more drinks.

however, in your intoxicated state, you resisted his efforts, misinterpreting his intentions, "oh, come on! live a little, stranger!" you playfully tease, unaware that fyodor was the person you were romantically involved with.

fyodor couldn't help but hide a small smile at your playful antics, though he inwardly feels a twinge of sadness at being referred to as a stranger, maintained his composure.

he observes you with a subtle sadness in his eyes, a fleeting emotion that betrayed the depth of his feelings. still, he wasn't one to give up easily.

with a gentle touch, he cupped your face, making you meet his gaze, "remember, i'm the one who cares deeply for you," he murmurs with a faint smile, his eyes staring in yours.

"i may be a stranger in this particular scenario, but i am not to you," fyodor replies softly, realizing that your drunken state was proving to be a barrier. yet, he didn't relent.

the realization began to dawn on you, your intoxicated mind slowly connecting the dots, "wait a minute... you care about me? really?"

fyodor nods, his eyes holding a mixture of hope and longing, "more than you can imagine."

you blink softly, still processing the situation through the haze of alcohol. before you could react, fyodor leaned in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against your lips. the touch was tender yet filled with an unspoken depth of emotion, an attempt to bridge the gap that had momentarily separated you.

as the kiss unfolded, a subtle warmth spread through you, and the fog of intoxication seemed to lift momentarily. the taste of familiarity mingled with the hint of sadness, creating a poignant moment that transcended the blurred boundaries of the night. fyodor then pulls away, his gaze searching yours for any signs of recognition.

there was a pause, a moment of suspended realization. slowly, your eyes widened, and a spark of recognition flickered within them. "wait," you whisper, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and clarity as you smile. "you're not a stranger, only my fedya kisses me like that!"

a soft smile tugged at the corners of fyodor's lips as the weight of being called a stranger lifted. the kiss had served as a catalyst, a bridge that connected the fragments of memory scattered in the alcohol-induced haze.

"my, my, how could you forget your fedya, dear?" fyodor sighs, shaking his head before he kisses your lips again and whispers, "traitor.."

ꨄ˙ A.N.: i feel like i might have written fyodor in an ooc-ish way, and if i did, i apologize !! haven't written for him in so long and i don't write for him as often as dazai and chuuya. this is also kinda silly i think now that i've finished writing this lol !! thank you so much for reading until the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[tmrajax]

sugar daddies who buy them and their babies matching red bottoms.

laying on his pristine black leather couch scrolling on your phone with your legs hoisted up on his lap, his pretty hands massaging your feet, you make a comment of how cute you think couples who match shoes are, and he goes all out with it. humming a little with a nod of agreement before immediately going to safari and looking up christian louboutin and purchasing the both of you a pair. letting out a small chuckle when you make a follow up comment on how you two should get matching converse. “sure sweetheart.”

seeing the way a cute little smile plasters itself on your face when he says he got the two of you a matching present days later, sitting you down atop the lavish dining room table and telling you to close your eyes as he gets the box, allowing you to open your eyes once he opens the box and grabs the first heel out, kneeling down and grabbing your foot between his long fingers gently placing the shoe on your pretty foot.

kissing up your legs as he puts the second heel on your other foot, commenting about how gorgeous you make them look, and about how cute the two of you are going to be wearing your matching shoes.

GOJO, geto, TOMURA, DABI, bakugou, HAWKS, CHUUYA, FYODOR, pm dazai, mori, tachihara, giyuu

[literatureloverx]

Random things BSD MEN would say to you / about you:

“The frills look very beautiful on you, мышка. You look like a divine being sprung from a scandalous rococo painting.”

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, age unknown, secretly drooling over his wife.

“I thought I was going to DIE without you, bella~! How could I let another second pass without your lovely presence blessed upon my very being?!”

—Dazai Osamu, 22, walked in on his girlfriend changing into another dress for the night because he couldn’t (didn’t want to) wait any longer.

“Damn. My girl is so hot.”

—Nakahara Chuuya, 22, the biggest fan of his girlfriend, dumbfounded by his lover’s beauty and currently trying to comprehend why his pants feel so tight.

“I brought you a gift! Would you like to guess what it is, dove?! Guess! What do I hold behind me?”

—Nikolai Gogol, 26, holding a bunch of white roses behind his cape, which he himself painted red with blood (his methods are questionable).

“I did not expect to see you here. What are you holding..? Oh….t—*dry silence*….thank you. It wasn’t necessary.”

—Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, 20, trying to hide the soft blush creeping upon his cheeks and ears. He finds it thoughtful and endearing *cough cough* that you’ve prepared him a bento box.

TO MY OTHER WORKS => HERE

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

Okay but think about handling a mission with NAKAHARA CHUUYA wherein you have to locate an ability user who experiments on people with hazardous drugs. Mori had warned you that this mission would be a handful, so he appointed you with the gravity manipulator. Everything went smoothly with locating the ability user and eventually encountering them.

"Get back here you shithead!"

Chuuya gritted his teeth and snarled at the ability user. You drew your gun and aimed at them, shooting deliberate shots that would successfully disarm them. One of your bullets grazes them on the arm causing them to drop their weapon, Chuuya pounces on the opportunity and tackles them to the ground. You ran towards him to assist him in apprehending the ability user, however, they managed to kick you in the abdomen, causing you to loosen your grip on them and in turn making them land a punch on Chuuya.

"Fuck!—"

You winced in pain and watched the stubborn ability user grab something from their jacket and throw it on the ground, right close to Chuuya. You gasped as he was swallowed by a thick cloud of colored smoke. You can hear him cough and wheeze profusely. The ability user grins and begins to make their escape, but you load your gun with precision and shoot them painfully in the back. Their body drops with a resonating thud, a pool of blood quickly surrounding them. You let out a relieved sigh and wiped the sweat off your brow. You turn to check on Chuuya, whom you notice is on his knees coughing his lungs out.

"Are you okay, Nakahara-san?"

You flinched when the gravity manipulator turned his head and gave you a frenzied stare. His pupils were dilated, and his coughing came to a stop. His knees wobbled as he stood back up, you offered your assistance, and he gripped your arm and leaned his heavy body against yours.

"That fucker threw some sort of drug at me"

He hissed. You raised a brow. Chuuya's appearance seemed disheveled. His face was flushed as perspiration was quick to form on his skin. You offered to take his hat and jacket to help him cool down. You both managed to get to the car when he almost collapsed on you.

"Nakahara-san!"

You exclaimed. The gravity manipulator's breathing was labored, and he was evidently suffering from the effects of that mystery drug. You struggled to pull Chuuya's body and settled him in the backseat, you tried to search for a water bottle or your phone to call for help, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"Stay here"

He ordered. You blinked and reluctantly joined him in the backseat. You felt genuinely bad for endangering your superior. You tensed in your seat when Chuuya leaned his head on your shoulder, he kept on panting, and you noticed his fingers twitching.

"I'm sorry, Nakahara-san. We need to get you some help as soon as—"

Your breath hitches when Chuuya's hand reaches your thigh, he rubs his hand tantalizingly on your clothed thigh. You gulped when the gravity manipulator leaned closer to you, he corners you by the window. Chuuya looked... debauched. You gasped when he grabbed for your jaw.

"I feel so fucking hot"

"We—We ne—need to get you some help—"

"I don't need help"

You bite your lip shut when Chuuya's face goes forward towards yours, his bright and frenzied eyes gazing at you eagerly.

"I need you"

"...Me?"

"Yes...all of you"

Without a warning, Chuuya slams his lips against yours, kissing you with urgency mixed with desperation. Your hands went to grip his clothes, and you shut your eyes. He steals your breath away with an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue was tasting every part of your mouth until it went down to trace your jaw and neck. You gripped his shoulder when his hasty hands softly grabbed your breasts over your shirt.

"Off, take it off. Wanna feel your skin"

He ordered between breathless kisses, and you immediately obeyed. The moment your top was off, his face dives in to kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples. You throw your head back with a strained moan. Chuuya growled as he hurriedly tried to undress himself.

The air grew hot between you two as your bodies touched fervently. Eventually, all of your clothes were discarded all over the backseat. Your hair was made a mess while Chuuya vigorously pumped his fingers in and out of your soaked entrance. His skin against yours felt feverish as if a fire was burning within him. You gasped, moaned, and whined with every precise movement of Chuuya's fingers in your cunt. His digits were coated with your arousal as it shamelessly dripped out of you and onto the leather seat.

"Na-Nakahara-san—"

"Quit calling me that or I won't make you cum"

The gravity manipulator glares at you. His fingers went deep inside your pussy, reaching a part of you that made you cross-eyed.

"Oh fuck, Chuuya!"

"That's more like it"

Chuuya grins as he starts to viciously fingerfuck you to your orgasm. With a few expert rubs on your clit with his thumb, it sends you to your peak as you gushed around his fingers. Your vision merely goes white as you are slowly brought back down when Chuuya bites your shoulder.

"Can't wait any longer. I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get inside of you"

You lay down on the backseat with the gravity manipulator hovering over you, and you can see his flushed cock leaking with pre-cum. You swallowed as he brought the tip toward your entrance. He hisses and sighs when he rubs his length along your clit, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

"Chuuya..."

"Don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel good, doll"

Chuuya watches with dark glee as he thrusts his cock inside of you, he sees you throw your head back while your warm and wet walls welcomed him almost with familiarity.

"Oh, fuck yes, I'm meant to be here, inside of you"

The windows started to fog, and the car was rocking side-to-side with each hard thrust Chuuya gave you. He leaves a singular handprint on the fogged-up window. His sweaty body enveloped you in a tight embrace as his hips bucked forward, desperate to feel more of you. You were moaning right against his ear and scratching his back oh so deliciously. The sound of skin slapping against each other, the overpowering scent of sex, the taste of your lips, and the scent of your skin, all drove Chuuya to the edge.

"Shit, I'm close"

"Inside! Please, cum inside!"

With your strangled plea, you reached your orgasm the moment you felt Chuuya's cum flooding your cunt. He shuts his eyes with a groan as he keeps shooting his seed inside until you feel unbelievably full. He gives you a long kiss before pulling out, his eyes focused on your cunt overflowing with his cum.

You tried to sit up and catch your breath. All of a sudden, you felt embarrassed. You went flushed as you quickly collected all your clothes. Chuuya gently stops you by wrapping his coat around your naked and sweaty figure.

"...Thanks"

He speaks, awkwardly. Eventually, you two got fixed up and drove back to headquarters to deliver a report to the boss. Chuuya explained the complication of being accidentally drugged by an aphrodisiac after that ability user threw something at him, which explained his...erotic behavior previously.

"Well, I'm glad it wore off before you got here"

Mori smiles knowingly, making you both blush. Chuuya could feel the boss' gaze on him. Shame slowly crept up in him as he cast a glance at you. The truth is he wasn't even drugged. That wasn't even a fucking aphrodisiac, it was just a silly little smoke bomb to distract him. He did feel bad for pretending to be drugged and using his marvelous acting skills to convince you to let him fuck you. Chuuya just couldn't fucking help it. He's been pinning after you for months and you looked fucking hot fighting enemies. He just got impatient that's all (or rather he had no clue how to woo you).

You were delightfully surprised when Chuuya asked you out for dinner as a 'thank you' and also a 'sorry' for the entire "aphrodisiac disaster". His shameful little secret was safe...for now.

god, i love desperately horny Chuuya

[lit3rallyll0yd]

DIAODKDKK okok hear me out.... dazai and chuuya with a pianist reader who doesnt like playing infront of ppl cuz shes scared she'll mess up BUT SHES REALLY GOOD KFLSLWEK

pianist reader who has a fear of preforming

dazai and chuuya

warning: lowercase writing; female reader

a/n: this is late; like all my requests!!

dazai osamu

he loves to listen to you play the piano, especially if you have no idea he's listening.

you could think you're alone, but he is suddenly with you over hearing your beautiful melody.

he learned you've been learning how to play for a couple if years; so he was shocked when he found out you don't like preforming in front of others.

he would ask if you could play for him, just a little bit.

at first, you would be insecure and not want to.

but he would beg; he would literally go like "please, please, please, please-" every five seconds.

over time, you would eventually play for him.

he would be on the bed, reading his book and just listen.

another thing; he would sit beside you, put his head on your shoulder and close his eyes.

humming to your melody, along with praises.

"your amazing, darling~"

"your so talented, bella~ you have to teach me.."

"who knew my belladonna is so talented! why must you hide this amazing talent of yours~"

he would hope he would boost your confidence, however he will not complain having you and your talent all for himself.

chuuya nakahara

at first he may not care that you play the piano. hes heard others play it before; so whats so different?

a lot. actually.

the first time he heard you play was when you were alone in your apartment and chuuya shows up with no heads up to surprise you.

he rarely does this, so you had no idea he'd come over st 7:35pm.

as you were playing he walks in and stops to listen to you play.

he had no idea you could play so well; although your tune was soft and somewhat sad he smiled to the melody and watches you quietly.

just as you played your last note, you felt someone's presense.

thanks to your years in the mafia, you were able to grab a sharp pencil and jump out of the seat ready to attack until you noticed it was only chuuya.

"what-"

"when we're you going to tell me you played the piano?!"

after that he would compliment you when you've finished playing him a song, or just one in general, and kiss you.

"thats my'girl~"

"your so talented, you know that?"

"never heard it better, sweetheart."

wouldn't pressure you to play infront others, he doesnt feel like sharinf anyway, lol.

[lunaviee]

bros the type of boyfriend to go on a shopping spree behind your back and buy you hundreds, maybe even thousands, of dollars worth of stuff all because of one thing;

“what the hell- why’d you buy all this??”

“well because i yelled at you when i shouldn’t have 2 months ago”

“..i got over that like 2 days after it happened..”

“but i didnt, this is my apology”

“you’ve apologized a million times ever since it happened what do you mean-”

REO., rin, sae, ISAGI, kaiser, itadori, GOJO, oikawa, ATSUMU, suna, CHUUYA. , tecchou,+ your fav(s)!

ohh ummm hey guyssss…..erm i’m not really back but i had this half assed thought so here u go!!

[herwritingartcowboy]

Hiii can i request an chuuya x reader ? Reader was being kidnapped so chuuya went to save them ( i just love this trope) and after chuuya thought he saved them while going out there was actually an ennemy and so chuuya needed to use his power to levitate and w reader too and after all that they found it super cool to float and keep begging chuuya to do it again on them ♡♡ im sorry if thats too long u can ignore it have a happy good night/day ♡♡♡

A/n:No request is to long/short. But I do apologize for the long wait

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Character(s): Chuuya Nakahara

Waring(s): X

Reader Gender: Gn

The mission started off good but you got ambushed, it was just to many people you can handel. So when it seems that you were about to be taken away a small red head came to your rescued.

You may have been knocked off but you can see that Chuuya had to use his ability. You were amazed seeing Chuuya fly around as you truly never seen him use his ability.

After that whole fiasco you couldn't stop bugging Chuuya to use his ability to fly around, for atleast one more time. Cause when you first saw it you were amazed to you it was cool.

Chuuya soon got tired of your constant bugging he finally agreed which you were happy about. Chuuya floated around you as you yelled him to do back flips making Chuuya and you laugh.

You did thank Chuuya for doing you request. But since that day Chuuya continued to float around you and only you. At first Chuuya didn't know why he was doing this as you did mention you only wanted to see it one more time. But soon he realized that he wanted to have that nice sweet, funny moment with you as he soon learned that he loved you.

[osamucide]

thinking abt bsd men after u leave a lipstick mark on their faceedd

this is an ages old ask but it really struck me today… anon you’re so right….

I know CHUUYA buys you the most expensive lipstick. He knows you don’t mind a decent drugstore lip if it means he doesn’t have to break the bank, but sometimes he can’t help himself—he loves to spoil you. He loves an autumny shade on you, one that almost matches his hair, but his favorite is that rich garnet Guerlain Rouge G, and he wears your $80 lipstick kisses all day like badges of honor. (He might even hairspray it a little so it doesn't sweat or rub off.) The last thing an enemy will see before Chuuya empties a clip in their skull is the deep red kiss mark you left on his jaw that morning before work <3

ANGO is not a shallow man, but I think he loves the old-money feel of having your lipstick marks all over him, especially near the corners of his mouth. Another one who won't hesitate to open up his wallet, I can see him seeking out velvety vintage lipsticks for you to smudge all over his shirt collar. He does hope that the pigment distracts from the blush dusting his face, though—no matter how many times you stain his pretty face, and no matter how hardnened of a gangster he is, he still gets all giddy and hot when you shower him in such affection. Might have to pull you into the nearest bathroom to see where the color looks stained elsewhere. . .

Your ever-enthusiastic NIKOLAI already thinks of your kisses as rewards, but this—oh, god, seeing the true red creme lipstick, the one you let him pick out, decorating the corners of his cheeks makes him absolutely glow. The gentle dot where you pecked the tip of his nose matches his aesthetic so well; he thinks he should go out like this all the time, you should do this every day, and he'll beg you for more, more lipstick kisses! Until you can hardly see an inch of his pale skin from the neck up. You'll just have to move to his hands next! It might look ridiculous, but he never feels more beautiful. How wonderful it is, he thinks, to be adored by you.

Now, BEASTZAI and his mental gymnastics. . .he'll flip the script in his mind and puff himself up with the notion that your lipstick kiss on his cheek is somehow another token of his ownership over you. After all, you're the only one he'd ever, ever, in a million years, allow close enough to his person to leave such a mark. He'll protest emptily about how it'll diminish his prestige in front of his subordinates, but it's not like they don't already know he's just as whipped for you as you are for him—and he knows this too deep down, so he won't move to wipe it off. In fact, he finds himself going out of his way to preserve it all day until evening when he's home and you can cover him in the other kind of kiss mark <3

And finally, I think canon timeline DAZAI would eat it up for the purest reasons of any of these men. Of course he'll tease you about it, lecture you playfully about how insatiable you are—you just have to let everyone know he's yours, huh? But, really, when he shuffles off to the bathroom and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror with your tender kiss preserved on the arch of his cheekbone, tears threaten his lashline. He can't pull his eyes away from it. He won't cry, he can't fuck it up—but he lets his fingers hover over it, amazed at such concrete evidence of your love for him. He tries not to think about it too hard while he barges back out into the office where you've brought him lunch, half-singing, half-begging for more lipstick kisses on the beautiful face of your beloved boyfriend, please!